Settled in the heart of Manhattan, Alois's office is the picture of elegance and refinement. He keeps the place in pristine condition, purchasing all of the furniture and decor himself down to the pens his receptionist uses to mark down client dates and times. Everything is in order, under his control as it should be. However, recently, that order was distorted with the knowledge that a new client would be thrust upon him without warning.

His schedule was already full—how dare Cornell demand that he drop everything to take care of some pompous brat who probably earned their way in with their parents' money? The very thought had made him scoff and shake his head. He had only agreed due to his connection to the university; he owed the headmaster quite a bit, and that was a fact he hated.

So with great agitation, Alois finds himself sitting in one of the plush modern chairs in his office at 3:30pm, when the appointment was scheduled for 3:15, waiting for this designated client to arrive. He bounces his foot, taps at his pen, plays with his hair—where was she? He had been told it was a girl with some kind of "incident", but that was about all the information he had received. How could she have the audacity to be late, on his time?! The nerve; some people clearly weren't taught manners.

He's tempted to call the headmaster himself and demand an explanation and an apology for this complete waste of everybody's time before a knock drums against the mahogany wood of his door. He immediately straightens himself out and plasters a charming smile on his face. "Yes? Come in," he hums, voice a smooth and collected purr. His receptionist steps in with a bashful smile. "I'm sorry to interrupt sir, but your 3:15 appointment is here now." Finally, he thinks bitterly.

Alois only nods his thanks. "Please, send her in," he says, making a gesture with his hand for entry as his receptionist steps to the side to allow the newcomer into the large, elegantly furnished office.